The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 40 Part 1

Chapter 40

Shen Nian's high spirits lasted only until Qi Junmu finished his court duties. It wasn't that he lacked the stamina—rather, Qi Junmu had forcefully ordered him to go home and get proper rest. 

Shen Nian didn't actually feel all that tired. He was used to it.

On the North Frontier, there were times when, in order to slaughter the enemy, they would raise their blades, strike down, withdraw, and raise them again—over and over for hours on end. It was numbing, repetitive work, and they only got a chance to catch their breath when the enemy beat their drums to signal retreat.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 374 Part 2

Old Master Qiu's heart went cold. First the water diversion project, then the bandit suppression—he'd assumed this was an honest, incorruptible official who regarded wealth as nothing more than dirt...

When he got home, he finally understood: building the road was never an obligation for the prefect, nor would the prefect come "begging" them to let him build it. They were the ones who needed to beg him.

But Fang Zichen wouldn't see him.

The villagers kept pressing and making a scene: "We listened to you back then! Now the prefect won't build our road, and everyone's laughing at us—what are you going to do about it?"

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 39 Part 3

Qi Junyou felt a sharp sting. The barb he had thrown had been turned back on him, driven in deeper than before, leaving him thoroughly uncomfortable.

Who exactly was Qi Junmu trying to sicken with these words? he fumed inwardly. The snow disaster in Qingzhou had taken lives too — it wasn't as if I had spent my days in pleasure and never tasted hardship. How could he speak to me like that?

Qi Junmu hadn't talked like this as a child. Now that he is emperor, it seems his tongue has been dipped in poison.

The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 374 Part 1

Chapter 374 

After Old Master Qiu slowly came to his senses, he recalled the harsh words Fang Zichen had left behind before departing. His face turned ashen, and he felt like crying but had no tears left.

A young servant came in to report: "Master, Village Chief Qiu is here."

Village Chief Qiu was the head of Daoxiang Village and also a distant cousin of Old Master Qiu's—they shared the same great-great-grandfather. Thanks to Old Master Qiu's influence, Village Chief Qiu held considerable authority in the village.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 39 Part 2

Fortunately, the closer they drew to the capital, the shorter Prince Ping's fangs grew. By the time they reached the outskirts, he had resumed his old demeanor—the elegant, carefree nobleman.

When Qi Junzhuo set foot in the capital, he felt the sunlight dazzle his eyes.

When he had left, the capital was still cold. Now he was back in light spring clothes.

Da Qi's reign era had changed. Emperor Jing's era had come to an end—permanently, in the past year. For a moment, he felt a strange sense of disorientation.

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"My Lord, this humble one knows his mistake! Please be magnanimous and forgive this lowly man!"

"Now you're afraid?" Fang Zichen said coldly. "Where was this fear before? Pay up."

Only now did Qiu's second son realize exactly who Fang Zichen was. He dared not say a single word.

Old Master Qiu's heart ached at the thought of paying, but he had no choice—the Qin family soldiers had them surrounded. If Fang Zichen was bold enough to do this in broad daylight, it meant he didn't care what the townsfolk might say.

The Tyrannical Emperor Reborn Chapter 39 Part 1

Chapter 39

Qi Junzhuo and his party had no idea what the emperor was planning. Their itinerary had long been submitted, and their arrival in the capital was all scheduled.

On the journey, Yang Jinglei and Qi Junzhuo were fine—but Qi Junyou was like a lit keg of gunpowder, constantly hurling sarcastic barbs at the two of them.

Qi Junzhuo, for his part, showed no reaction at all. He remained so composed it was as if the person being mocked wasn't him, or as if the whole affair had nothing to do with him.

Yang Jinglei, by contrast, found it harder to keep his composure.